The Vintage Caravan
Monolith
Crimson veil covers the past
Looks like the seed’s been sown
Monolithic future becomes
Clearer by the second

Brick by brick, our new world arose
Consequences out of our control
The baroun emerges, all dressed in grey
With words of wisdom showing me the way

As we set foot on the moon
Bridges burned, history served
Our barren utopia
Distant, arid, underniably ours

Crimson veil covers the past
The seed was sown, it’s growing fast
A monolithic, lingering monument
A gruesome presence, forever omniscient

As we set foot on the moon
Bridges burned, history served
Our barren utopia
Distant, arid, underniably ours